Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.